| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde: when they find life bitter they blame us for it, and when they find
it sweet we do not taste its sweetness with them . . . You made
many friends and went into their houses and were glad with them,
and I, knowing my secret, did not dare to follow, but stayed at
home and closed the door, shut out the sun and sat in darkness.
What should I have done in honest households? My past was ever
with me. . . . And you thought I didn't care for the pleasant
things of life. I tell you I longed for them, but did not dare to
touch them, feeling I had no right. You thought I was happier
working amongst the poor. That was my mission, you imagined. It
was not, but where else was I to go? The sick do not ask if the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: naturally, with Maitre Pigoult's reception of her news, she went into
the market-square, and there by the help of a legal practitioner from
her village, who seems to have accompanied her, she spread about
reports which are very damaging to my worthy colleague in the Chamber.
She said, for instance, that it was not true that the Marquis de
Sallenauve was his father; that it was not even true that the Marquis
de Sallenauve was still living; and moreover that the spurious
Sallenauve was a man of no heart, who had repudiated his real parents,
--adding that she could, by the help of the able man who accompanied
her, compel him to disgorge the Sallenauve property and 'clear out' of
the place."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lamentable Tragedy of Locrine and Mucedorus by William Shakespeare: Be instruments and workers of thy death!
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV. SCENE II. A forest.
[Enter Humber alone, his hair hanging over his
shoulders, his arms all bloody, and a dart in one
hand.]
HUMBER.
What basilisk was hatched in this place,
Where every thing consumed is to nought?
What fearful Fury haunts these cursed groves,
Where not a root is left for Humber's meat?
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